Other than laundry, picking out groceries, and going on a walk with Tom, I’ve been spending a lot of time researching silicone dolls. Yes, she is going to happen! In 2017 she will no longer be just a dream! She just won’t be a super realistic, super nice American-made doll for 7K. Instead, she might be a nice, mostly realistic Japanese doll for $1600.

That loud-ass car just went out and then came back a few minutes later. For the last time tonight, I hope. It was sunny for the first time in days, and sure enough, something loud was running for a while somewhere, but I don’t think it was a vehicle. I just didn’t expect it so late in the day. Then again, I’m sure God held them off until I got up, which was at 2 PM. They were probably mowing the cemetery or the golf course.

Tom doesn’t know if he got the job yet, so I guess I’ll hold off on details unless he ends up getting it. He should know next week. All we know is that the job might be swing shift. The guy who interviewed him asked if he could work independently, and he wanted to laugh at that one since he does this all the time anyway. His regular boss asked him what he really wanted and he told him like it is… more pay, fewer hours.

The 10-12 hour shifts are getting old! I’m tired of not being able to get things done around here. We have too many unfinished projects. We still have to finish the floors. We still have to finish cleaning the carpet. We’ve also got several other things that should be done. I just hope he gets it and that it is more pay and fewer hours. We still want to have enough money to be comfortable so that we can take fancy vacations every other year or so.

Again I got tired of managing so many different blogs. Whenever I find typos, I have to edit all three of them, plus my copy in Word. I decided to just stick with Prosebox for now.

Using my bogus Prosebox account, I’m posting a chapter at a time of my story, The Wrong Sister, as if it were something that actually happened. LOL, just curious to see how many people buy it and comment on it.

Last night I dreamed that Rachel told me she wanted to see me but “has a problem,” so I wonder if something is up with her. I sent her a message and told her about the dream.

In another dream, I was with her and maybe someone else. Rachel told me not to touch her beer. I told her I hated beer and then I went outside and proceeded to get on what looked like a large tricycle. I began riding the bike down a long, well-traveled street but looked forward to the ride.

The only other dreams I remember were playing with a ferret, and changing my middle-parted hair to a side part.